Running on the pee platform
There has been an awful lot of talk on the blogs lately about urine on toilet seats.
This past weekend, I had my own experience at a Lollapalooza party that caused me to shout "GOD DAMN IT" from the stall, flounce out into the party and declare to my friends "you will be reading about this on my blog."
I am so sick of women peeing on toilet seats and not cleaning up after themselves. Not everyone is a hoverer. Some people, especially people who might or might not have had more than a couple drinks and aren't used to going out drinking because they have two kids at home, might not have the coordination to successfully hover and pee. Therefore, instead of peeing all over the seat like the disgusting people, some people just sit and pee. Like you are supposed to.
A few years ago, when I complained about a similiar situation, Josh was incredulous and said, "You don't build a nest?" I about fell over laughing at the seriousness of his face and had a vision of him spinning a roll of toilet paper over and over and using billowing piles of freshly-squeezed white quilted paper.
But no, I don't build a nest. Who wants to go to all that trouble? Instead, the backs of my thighs become sponges for other people's urine.
So for the love of God, can we please just all police ourselves and if you hover, please give a courtesy wipe.
This past weekend, I had my own experience at a Lollapalooza party that caused me to shout "GOD DAMN IT" from the stall, flounce out into the party and declare to my friends "you will be reading about this on my blog."
I am so sick of women peeing on toilet seats and not cleaning up after themselves. Not everyone is a hoverer. Some people, especially people who might or might not have had more than a couple drinks and aren't used to going out drinking because they have two kids at home, might not have the coordination to successfully hover and pee. Therefore, instead of peeing all over the seat like the disgusting people, some people just sit and pee. Like you are supposed to.
A few years ago, when I complained about a similiar situation, Josh was incredulous and said, "You don't build a nest?" I about fell over laughing at the seriousness of his face and had a vision of him spinning a roll of toilet paper over and over and using billowing piles of freshly-squeezed white quilted paper.
But no, I don't build a nest. Who wants to go to all that trouble? Instead, the backs of my thighs become sponges for other people's urine.
So for the love of God, can we please just all police ourselves and if you hover, please give a courtesy wipe.
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posted by Amy at
9:45 PM
5 Comments:
Amen!!!! I remember the one time I got to go out to dinner when I got off of bedrest towards the end of my pregnancy--anyone who thinks a 33.5w pregnant woman wants to balance her belly while hovering over a toilet in order to avoid puddles of other womens' pee is on crack.
I feel your pain.
Oh port a potties are the worst but at Lollapalooza, you have no choice. I'm with you on this. I am not a hoverer. If you are a hoverer, how hard is it to wipe the seat after you? And a nest? Thats just cute.
WORD.
Ahh..yeah. I feel you, and if I were religious I'd give you an "Amen".
Last time I tried to hover-at all, drunk or not-I pissed all over the floor. I'm not that damn coordinated.
I think that people that hover are the same people that use their foot to flush and then turn around and put their hand on the dirty, germy stall door and then walk out without washing their hands(or they do that obligitory "wave" under the water without using soap). Makes total sense.
OMG. This is late but seriously, I just died laughing. For the record, I hover, HOWEVER; I am conscious of those gross people that sit down such as yourself.
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